Graduation day passed a few months ago. I want to reiteration a little story that left a impression in my remembrance. High school in Jakarta, saves abounding favorable and crummy reminiscence. It was the first time I tumble in amorousness and heartsickness at the same time. Now I realize that high school is the most magnificent time, where I can feel the loveliness of solidarity. If I could get a chance to turn back time, I might use it to frolic with my comrades. It's a marvelous story.